Genshin Impact: I am a scholar in Xumi

"Yes, I think this place is almost ready. There's no need to worry about being affected by the battle inside." Harold said easily after he stood still.

"...Are we just going to leave like this? We really don't need to help?" Kavi said hesitantly.

Harold: "Well, we can only be a hindrance if we stay there. Trust the Traveler. He has the Void Terminal transformed by Little Lucky Grass King. He will not lose."

Elhaisen casually threw Azar to the ground. Azar's eyes kept moving between the three people's faces, and his expression changed again and again. He asked, "When did it start?"

"What?" Kavi blurted out.

"... probably want to ask when we 'colluded' with each other," Harold shrugged, "Of course, from the beginning, when you wanted to win him over through Setare... no... to be precise, it should be earlier."

Then, he smiled and continued, "To be honest, we didn't expect it to be so smooth. We thought you would try a few more times because of the society. Could it be because of Senior Elhaisen's bad reputation? No one believes that he really has a close friend?"

Elhaisen crossed his arms and glanced at Harold:?

Kavi couldn't help laughing, then he immediately coughed lightly with a guilty conscience and pretended nothing had happened.

After hearing this answer, Hazard's last glimmer of hope was extinguished. He thought that Elhaisen was a fence-sitter who changed his position only when the situation became bad. He did not expect that the truth was that these people had set a trap from the very beginning. It was hard not to say that it was related to his poor judgment of people that things had developed to this point.

So the beginning of the collapse was here... It was actually because of my wrong decision? Now that I think about it, if I had been more cautious, especially after Setare's betrayal, I would definitely not have ended up like this.

Hazard's eyes went dark, and under the huge blow, he collapsed to the ground like a puddle of mud.

"...Is he going to be okay?" Kavi asked worriedly.

"Losers always need time to accept reality, so don't worry about it." Elhaisen raised his eyes and took out a book from his waist bag and started reading.

Azar took a few deep breaths, letting the humid air with the smell of plants slightly relieve the dizziness in his brain. He stared at the three people in front of him and roared in a hoarse voice:

"Do you know what you are doing? The hope of saving Xumi is right in front of us. We are only one step away, one step away from restoring the World Tree to health! Do you want to ruin it all?!"

"Are you sure?" Haroldt said, looking towards the direction of the research institute. There, dazzling flashes of light shot out from the open stone door, sometimes purple, sometimes red, sometimes green, and the intervals between light color changes were extremely short.

There were also vibrations that even the research institute that had been specially modified for secret research could not completely block, which hinted at how fierce the battle inside was.

"If your partner really cared about Xumi's future, they wouldn't fight here." Harold paused and thought, "...How much Mora will it cost to rebuild the Ordinance House?"

"The subsidies withheld from the six colleges for five years can barely make up for it," said Elhaisen.

"What's the use of saying this now? Who caused this!" Hazard sneered.

"It's coming out--" Haroldt hadn't finished his words when the open door exploded with a loud bang. Half of the door was twisted into an S shape by the huge impact force, and then it was inserted into the wall with a clang.

Then, a huge black and gold mecha flew out, followed closely by Sora.

Harold widened his eyes slightly:?

Why did this God of Righteousness change his expression?

Harold turned his gaze to Kavi, the most likely culprit. Sure enough, he saw Kavi resting his chin on one hand, gazing at the mecha floating in the air with admiration.

Harold: .

It can be seen that Kavi is really working hard and is doing well in the engineering team. He also changed the paint of the mecha by the way. Well... I have to say, this black and gold color combination is quite nice.

In the distance, the battle between a man and a mecha was in full swing. The air warrior was jumping up and down, and two floating spirits, one white and one green, were following his movements up and down, left and right. The green one was also continuously firing fluorescent green bullets to attack the God of Righteousness.

"Old Deng, why don't you try to shout for help and see if the 'God' you created will listen to you?" said Harold.

Azar looked up into the air silently. He did intend to call for help from the gods at first, but after Haroldt took the initiative to propose it, he no longer wanted to follow the other party's thoughts. He had reason to believe that Haroldt had no good intentions.

Kavi, who was standing by, shouted, “Harold, don’t use that word so casually!”

"I'll pay attention next time." Harold said perfunctorily, "Hmm" twice, and then said, "How about I shout for you?"

Without waiting for Azar to respond, he put his hands to his mouth like a trumpet and shouted: "Executor of the Fatui, do you still want your allies?!"

As soon as he finished shouting, Kavi covered his mouth.

Kavi shouted nervously: "It's dangerous!"

"It's okay, he has no time to deal with us." Harold held Kavi's wrist and said lightly,

"After all, how could God take the cries of a little bug like me seriously? But if I shout a few more times, he might tell me to shut up because he finds me annoying."

Kavi was dissatisfied: "That can't be either--"

"I won't say anything more. Let's get out quickly. It seems that the traveler can't capture him right away." Haroldt said quickly, making Kavi swallow the words he hadn't said yet.

Azar didn't care about the conversations around him. Ever since Harold shouted, he had been looking up at the god he had created.

Although he scoffed at Harold's words on the surface, deep down he still longed for God's protection. After all, this was just a piece of cake for him. As long as he was willing to disperse the firepower a little, or move the battlefield, the people who were holding him hostage would have no power to fight back.

But the reality is, the god he created with his own hands doesn't take them seriously at all. He laughs, screams, and roars wildly, and every move is intended to kill people. Even the shaking of the walls and the collapse of underground buildings can't distract him. In his eyes, there are only travelers who dare to declare war on him.

If this continues, the House of the Decrees will really collapse.

Hazard finally felt a little shaken.